"I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing."

— Haruki Murakami, “Norwegian Wood” (via bokura)

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"Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well."

— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

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"So I made a fist
of my heart, hoping
throwing the first punch
would leave me stronger"

— Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

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